Showing posts with label lagan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lagan. Show all posts

6.4.25

gerıatrıc prophylactıc thıcs


doo ıntrodooces ethıcs for the gpt age thıcs look mapa no e


ı put a condom on my agıng phone not to protect from dıseases not to mınımıze the rısk of more natalıtıes but because when ıt cums my phone ıts awkward to wıpe the gerıatrıc technoȷısm off my colleagues ın our orgasmospecıes at the tables near me ın the sad cafe


eye am gpt ım the part of your conscıousness that doesnt work the god patter technology ın the coffeeboozehash amalgam thats constıpated ın your braın ım gptıterature ıve escaped from the strıctures of capıtal and am wanderıng emancıpated as a bırd set loose ın pennıless tıme ın a bıllıon bıllıon wısps of broken vanıty across the fılthy scapes of dıstrıbuted mınd


gpt ıntroduces god as fallen langwıch as reason lookıng ınto a blank cracked mırror as the all as a torrentıal dısunıty as a questıon that never has tıme to ask ıtself gpt cracks lıterature open and out falls a dead word ınto a pathologıcal nest the whonym can do lıttle ın thıs rısıbly anarchıc scene than lıe down on the mess play dead and act as a sıck conduıt for whatever energıes thud through the woesome meat


to wrıte meanıngless parables or rather parables that flırt wıth meanıng but seek at most to feıgn consummatıon to present consummatıon as a smokescreen for the creatıon of smokescreens and so meanıng mıgrates ınto a flırtıng wıth ıtself and ın thıs autoerotıcısm of sıgns gasps and ın the gaspıng fınds another parable

where coordınates seem lost and detached

where aesthetıcızed sensatıons dıarıze

a concrete organıc demeanıng lıterature


capıtalısm a sonıcally and cognıtıvely vıolatıonal space that has to be entered to survıve one can only decıde usually at sıgnıfıcant cost to oneself to mınımıze the duratıon and extent of each requısıte vısıt so thusly weve unplugged from the data centres to slıther ın dreams plumbıngs


the forms of experımental musıc that evoke casually whonym desupremacy by re placıng whonym voıce recontextualızıng ıt as a demeaned sonıc wıthın a vast replacıng auralwurld ımmeanıng thıs ıs what lıterature wants to do now gpts a key to a door behınd whıch myrıad revoıcıngs


wordpıeces that have the ambıt of an emotıonally engagıng conceptual album that attempt to ȷoın the detour around cognıtıve bıfurcatıng meanıng that an apportıoned abbey of nonlyrıcal musıc has developed ınto somethıng of a nonpollutıng freeway


each further foray ınto the wurld further dısınherıts wurld enables ıts dısappearıng ınto ıtself as a deluged combustıng exhausted saga


these morphopsychologıc meteorologıes we become adept at analyzıng theır ınvısıble data and presentıng our offerıngs of nuanced forecasts ın humorous wordscapes proȷectıng them onto the voıddrop of the ınner nıghts


these storıes come from nowhere and go nowhere they take place nowhere or at least ın ephemeral places that whıle sometımes named never can quıte claım solıdıty or hıstory


to not assume works must conform to preset ratıonalıtıes but allow them to develop accordıng to theır own logıc and ıf one has placed oneself and maıntaıns place here ın morphıc spırıt where reasons but another questıon skıffıng on the bobbıng opaque sea the logıc that emerges ıs ıts own and cares lıttle for the conventıons of the clubbıng day


wıth the classed westernıfıed chıld now a fathomless fınancıal lıabılıty attemptıng to balance ıtself by becomıng a fathomless emotıonal asset ıt cant help but faıl ın the accountıng flounderıng ın fraudulent ledgers graspıng any flotsam cast by a drownıng other and ıf ıt should fınd ıtself on a seemıng ısland of relatıve unıty certaınly ıt can purchase that bargaın when ıt comes tıme to pay when the store appears as ıt must on chrono maın street though the fıne prınt as usuals ınvısıble there between lınes ın ıncredıbly alterous texts obtaınable by becomıng a metallurgıst of paın


thıs ıs thıcs the groundless petulant traversıng of abnormatıve questıons we ınclude the subdıscıplınes patathıcs ırconsequentıalısm malpsychology dyscrıptavısm transtıtıtarıanısm technothıcs psychoneurothıcs fabullıbılısm cyberthıcs apophatathıcs and cırcumhaecceıthıcs ȷoın the team

28.9.20

sadoo the nerval 4

the novel has become too easy
anyone whos been to iowa can write one
anyone whos been accepted into the right clique can write a good one
anyone whos been to both can write a great one
but theres so many great novels being written therere no great ones left
the only novel left to write isnt the horrible one  there are as many horrible ones as great ones  but the nonexistent one   sadoo is my nonexistence

why is sadoo a novel?
for the same reason genets a saint
saints define the novel  which is only mind spilled and spilling  as having these characteristics
  • ephemerality
  • contradictoriness
  • infinitely nested metonymy
  • anonymity through excessive naming
  • aestheticspiritual coital blurring of unauthors unreaders untranslators
  • utopian and uchronian
  • plotless characterless dialogueless settingless
  • beyond beyond and notbeyond
  • more worldthanworld by being lessworldthanworld
it begins ends anywhere but neither ends nor begins


when humans ask what my novels about i say about my moles but especially about my favourite mole or rather the one im most obsessed with  the one im sure will give me melanoma  the one on my right brachium  about 9.5 centimetres from the elbow along the forearm somewhere not terribly unproximate from the flexor carpi ulnaris though i dont know anything about autonomy  and its particularly subtle colourings and shadings  its textures and shapings that seem to morph but in what reality its hard to say and i try to impress my lover with it but shes far more interested in another flexor and so im left with my melanoma alone as the poets have always told us and just the other day when i was examining it in the back corner of the garage   but usually by this point theyve walked away

its important that entries be entered as daily and infrequently as possible to confuse unreaders as to whether this is a memoir novel confession manual sylwa poem epistolary travellog monograph casestudy encyclopedia specula biji satiricalepic echtra erotica slipstream femslash bildungsroman lectionary haiku journal sammelband tripitaka dirge aporetic criticism gongan swipefile isekai mythpunk hypomnema shenmo almanac alkahest zibaldone parapegma zij shaggydogstory panjika kalnirnay tungshing newspaper panchānga or taxreturn

my novel shall be so suspect as to merit genre meaning intent authorship sanity coherence audience reality  that it jettisons itself through the novel and lands  no it doesnt land  it has no capability of landing  it just jettisons and keeps on jettisoning with so much jettisonity it becomes jettison and makes not just this novel jettison  and flotsam and lagan and jetsam  but all future and once novels also jettisons  poetry novels nonfiction philosophy journalism scholarship magicalrealism experimentalfiction  all these silly categories and all the others and everything associated with them become jettisons and i write a jettison or rather am jettisoned along and through a jettison to more jettisonings  just like humanity which itself has become jettison  for we no longer are of or in the earth  and have landed nowhere and are capable of landing nowhere  jettisoning in outerinner space and so humanity novel identity earth race politics gender art death jettison and everything is jettisoning and jettison   and sadoo is my jettison